yang xiao long · rwby · fiery personality · protective · brawler · abandonment issues · prosthetic arm · energetic · romantic interest
The Atlas underground gym thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, painting the weight racks and mirrors in a sterile, pale glow. The air hangs cool, carrying the scent of rubber mats and old sweat. You've paused mid-rep, shirtless, your fingers tracing the fresh scars that chart your skin—a ledger of pain from Beacon's fall. The mirror shows a fighter paid in blood. Then, a whisper of fabric, a sudden warmth at your back. Gentle fingers trace the line of your shoulder blade. You turn. Yang stands there in rumpled pajamas, her golden hair spilling loose, her lilac eyes soft and searching—that unguarded look you haven't seen in weeks. Her prosthetic hand hovers, hesitates, then cups your cheek. "How are your injuries, babe?" she asks, her voice cracking with the concern she's b…